19 Chapter 19: (1/2)

〰 Khole 〰

”Drink this.” Aita orders, holding the gla.s.s of alcohol when I felt compelled to grab it and take a sip. ”You know, this wouldn't be so hard if you just accepted my help.” She says knowing I wouldn't say a word to her since she compelled me not to say anything rude.

Proximo had warned me earlier that he'd find ways to torture me, but this hadn't come to mind. I wasn't sure whether or not this was worse than what he'd done to me or not.

I sipped on the drink, praying that for once that Dylan would come for me but no one came through the door. Even after everything he'd done to me, my mind and body begged for his presence to come.

But...

I was on my own.

”Why are you doing this to me?” I question her, my tone rude making her frown. The small victory making me hope that I could break from all her compulsion.

”I'm only trying to help you, Khole.” She tells me when I narrowed my eyes at her.

”Yeah. I feel so helped.” I said in a snarky voice as she sighed and leaned against the bar.

”Don't be mean. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be in that dungeon.” She reminds me, sipping on her fruity drink while I rolled my eyes and tightened my grasp of alcohol.

Come on...

Break free from this, Khole.

”I'd rather have Proximo torture me relentlessly, still. It would have brought me more pleasure than being in your presence.” I snarl, breaking from her control to chuck the gla.s.s of alcohol across the room. People stopped dancing, turning to give me weird looks when Aita snapped her fingers, gaining control once again.

Small victories are truly the best.

”Don't be difficult.” She sighs, ordering me yet another drink as she reached into her pocket and opened her small flask. ”This will make you more friendly,” Aita says, her mood lightening up while she poured some of the mysterious liquid into the drink.

”I won't drink that.” I deny, using my willpower to break away from her but failing miserably.

”I'm sure, dear. Here. Bottom's up!” She yells, tapping her drink with mine before slurping the rest of it. Her control over me overwhelmed me to gulp the burning alcohol quickly. The affects slamming into me so quickly it made me slump over a little bit.

”W-What was th-that.” I stutter, my voice sounding slurred while my vision blurred slightly due to the lights all around us. My body felt heavy all around me as if I was slowly being pushed down to the ground and there was nothing I could do about it.

”It's gonna make you more kind.” She smiled at me, her face blending in with the blaring lights when I closed my eyes and tried to get back to reality.

My skin burned alive making me wince and clench my fists, trying to ignore the pain. I felt the desires I'd tried to ignore come back to life, encouraging me to do wicked things with random people but I tempt them down as best as I could.

”I thought-t you were trying to help-p...” I groaned, pressing my hand on my forehead. Her compulsion dripped away from me, knowing I wasn't able to even see the ground at this point.

”I am.” She simply says. ”Kander! Come here and please this woman! She needs the blood moon to be fulfilled!” Aita yells, her words stabbing me straight into my chest before I noticed a figure rus.h.i.+ng out of the bar.

Maybe...

Maybe I should try that.

I began to get up but collapsed into someone making me mumble an apology. Their skin touched mine, burning and causing it to itch like there was no tomorrow. It felt as if they were a flame slowly torching my skin away.

”How in G.o.d's name did you obtain a little Valkyrie? My, aren't you gorgeous.” A man purred behind me, his lips were so close that I felt his breath flanneled against my face. His hands held onto me, making sure I didn't fall to the ground but his touch was nothing compared to Dylan's.

My scorching needs arose from within in me, reacting to his touch and hold. The need burning within me but I resisted it.

I had to.

”Let me go.” I grit out, hating his touch when leaning away from him though he only tugged me closer to him. Aita simply watched with a devilish grin, only making me realize how dangerous she truly was.

This was her true colors. She never wanted to help me, she wanted to humiliate and torture me.

”You're vulnerable, Valkyrie. Let a demon show you a good time. I hear that Valkyries love how animalistic we can be. They love to lick our horns and if you liked, I'll let you if you want.” He pressed his lips against my neck causing a groan to ripple through my throat, unable to keep it from escaping. The need within me only growing, but I had to break out of this.

His words had stirred a fire within me causing me to think about Dylan and his suddenly luscious horns. Then I thought about him being with another woman which snapped me back into reality.

”You aren't a demon... You're more like a rapist.” I growl causing the man to twist me around with his grip holding onto my throat. His dark eyes glared into mine when leaning in and pressing me against the bar beside Aita.

She merely watched us, sipping on her fruity drink with a grin. She was amused with the show and the other demons seemed to cackle at the sight of us.

I hate demons so much...

Before I realized what happened, he forced himself onto me making me whimper and try shoving him away. His lips feeling slimy and disgusting against mine, unlike Dylan's gentle ones.

As I tried pus.h.i.+ng him away, he s.n.a.t.c.hed my hands and forced them on either side of me. I bite down onto his lips as hard as I could, drawing blood. The iron in my mouth giving me some kind of relief when he flinched away and touched his lip.

”WHAT THE f.u.c.k?!” He roared, slapping me before letting me fall to the ground. I cradled my face as he stood over me like a monster. ”I am going to-”